07-14-2018, 05:46 PM
STOCKING ANARCHY
✯ — if you don't fuck with us then motherfuck you
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the fresh crackle of fire as it ignited, twisting high into the black and silent night as the ebony moon caressed the sky, drew stocking from her pitiful little cabin and out into the opening.
she smelt the booze as soon as she had come out. sharp in her nostrils, and somewhat inviting. she had never drank before, but she was sure as hell tempted and ready to try. the journey to the makeshift campfire was achingly slow as she limped forward on her three legs, her hind leg held uncomfortably away from the ground. it was still healing. she had to be sure not to put too much weight onto it.
she didn't know what was going on frankly, and she wasn't even aware the tangledwood hosted such an event. there was a grin plastered onto the leader's face, full of mischievous joviality. stocking raised a brow. oh? something was up, and she was beginning to like the idea of what was going on. turns out the tackywood wasn't too boring after all.
she smelt the booze as soon as she had come out. sharp in her nostrils, and somewhat inviting. she had never drank before, but she was sure as hell tempted and ready to try. the journey to the makeshift campfire was achingly slow as she limped forward on her three legs, her hind leg held uncomfortably away from the ground. it was still healing. she had to be sure not to put too much weight onto it.
she didn't know what was going on frankly, and she wasn't even aware the tangledwood hosted such an event. there was a grin plastered onto the leader's face, full of mischievous joviality. stocking raised a brow. oh? something was up, and she was beginning to like the idea of what was going on. turns out the tackywood wasn't too boring after all.
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